while i was away i got pushed around
bent out of shape
fragmented
now i’m back home and everything’s refracted
my same old clothes seem cut wrong
seams in
strange places
others’ expectations awkward and restrictive
choices being offered are too few
i’m stumbling over boundaries blindly pushing past limits snapping strings
and there is no time to decide
between forcing it and faking it
or breaking it
taking consequences as they come
one way is safe
one way is good
both are wrong
so i wait shaking on this threshold
birthing a world in a doorway
taking on the resulting messes
watching for the form that
coalesces
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